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Happy Birthday, Vinicius de Moraes! | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Happy Birthday, Vinicius de Moraes! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Vinicius de Moraes! Poet • Lyricist • Diplomat • Bossa Nova pioneer • born 19 October 1913 Today we celebrate the birthday of Vinicius de Moraes — one of Brazil's most beloved poets and the lyricist behind some of the most enduring songs of the bossa nova. Here is his tender, luminous "Annunciation," a dialogue between a mother and her daughter, in which an angel scatters petals and the ordinary world turns holy. Annunciation Montevideo Virgin! Daughter of mine Where have you been You’re all dirty You smell of jasmine Your skirt’s stained carmine And your earrings are clinking Tlintlintlin? Mother dear I’ve been in the garden I went to look at the sky And I fell asleep. When I awok...

Praise Them by Li-Young Lee | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Praise Them by Li-Young Lee | Poems Rethabile Likes Praise Them by Li-Young Lee The birds don’t alter space. They reveal it. The sky never fills with any leftover flying. They leave nothing to trace. It is our own astonishment collects in chill air. Be glad. They equal their due moment never begging, and enter ours without parting day. See how three birds in a winter tree make the tree barer. Two fly away, and new rooms open in December. Give up what you guessed about a whirring heart, the little beaks and claws, their constant hunger. We’re the nervous ones. ...

April Inventory by W. D. Snodgrass | Poems Rethabile Likes

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April Inventory by W. D. Snodgrass | Poems Rethabile Likes April Inventory by W. D. Snodgrass The green catalpa tree has turned All white; the cherry blooms once more. In one whole year I haven't learned A blessed thing they pay you for. The blossoms snow down in my hair; The trees and I will soon be bare. The trees have more than I to spare. The sleek, expensive girls I teach, Younger and pinker every year, Bloom gradually out of reach. The pear tree lets its petals drop Like dandruff on a tabletop. The girls have grown so young by now I have to nudge myself to stare. This year t...